Herne Hill

The velodrome was hidden amongst the houses. You went up a muddy track between garden fences and parked beneath the trees. There was a lot of rubbish lying about; bits of wood, twisted metal, faded signs, empty bottles, tatty scraps of paper, fallen leaves, oil cans, broken vending machines. There were a couple of portakabins … Continue reading Herne Hill

Cycling Monologues No 23 – The Spinner

“So anyway I just did this spinning session oh god I literally thought I was going to die I was sweating like a you know what anyway there’s like 20 of us and it’s led by Jo she is amazing she just really pushes you my heart was at like 185 for the whole session … Continue reading Cycling Monologues No 23 – The Spinner